Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

When Lin Jingqing left Song Jing, Song Jing had already begun to remember things. Even if there was a gap between mother and son, Song Jing could at least remember some warm moments.

When Lu Meidong left her, she was so young that she could not remember anything except her longing for her mother.

But now is not the time to lament.

Lin Jingqing's lead poisoning is only a preliminary diagnosis. If you want to determine the next treatment plan, it is best to find the poisoner as early as possible and determine the dose of poisoning, so that targeted treatment can be carried out.

It's just that after so many days of investigation, there are still no clues about the murderer.

If this delay continues, Lin Jingqing's condition will only become more and more dangerous.

If Lin Jingqing really dies, this will definitely become a shadow that Song Jing will never be able to get out of in his life.

Thinking of this, Bai Shao hesitated again and again and decided to tell Song Jing his guess.

After Song Jing's emotions completely calmed down, Bai Shao tentatively asked him.

"Ordinarily, Mom lives in the Song family's mansion and has dedicated people to take care of her food and drink. It would be difficult for ordinary people to poison her... Have you ever thought that the person who poisoned her might not be from outside, but from within the Song family?"

Bai Shao said it very cryptically, but Song Jing was still stunned for a moment.

Inside the Song family?

Who in the Song family is so bold as to secretly poison Lin Jingqing?

If there really is, then besides Mr. Song, who else could be the instigator behind it?

The answer I had been searching for for many days seemed to be revealed in an instant.

But after Song Jing was in a daze for a moment, he still rejected this guess without hesitation.

"Impossible." His tone was resolute, as if he was trying to convince Bai Shao, but also seemed to be convincing himself: "Grandpa is not such a person, it can't be him."

After a moment of pause, Song Jing added with a solemn expression: "Don't mention this again in the future."

Bai Shao looked at his determined look and could only sigh: "Okay."

She knew that Song Jing would not tolerate anyone doubting Mr. Song.

Mr. Song indeed does not look like such a person.

But now that the old man's suspicion has been ruled out, which direction should we go to investigate next?

Bai Shao looked at Lin Jingqing's increasingly weak face, and her heart became heavier.

At night, after watching Lin Jingqing finish injecting the last bottle of nutrient solution, Bai Shao and Song Jingcai returned home together.

The mansion, which should have returned to silence, was brightly lit. Bai Shao and Song Jing got out of the car in the yard. They were both a little surprised when they saw it from a distance.

These days, they go out early and come back late, and Xiaotuanzi is fully taken care of by the nanny and nanny. Normally, they should have gone to bed early at this time.

The two looked at each other and were shocked.

It should be Mr. Song who has returned from Spring City.

Sure enough, as soon as they entered the living room of the main house, they were greeted by Mr. Song's cold snort.

"You parents are getting more and more arrogant. It's so late and neither of you comes back, so you can feel relieved just leaving your child at home!"

Mr. Song was sitting on the sofa with Xiao Tuanzi in his arms. When he saw them coming in, he scolded them with a cold face.

Song Jing protected Bai Shao behind him and stepped forward to meet the dissatisfied look in Mr. Song's eyes.

"Grandpa, you are back. Why don't you tell me in advance and I will send someone to pick you up."

"Humph, if I had waited for you to come pick me up, I don't know what kind of chaos this family would have become!"

Mr. Song glared at Song Jing and handed the child in his arms to Bai Shao.

Xiaotuanzi hadn't seen her mother for a day, and she had already wrinkled her little face and was about to cry with grievance. Now when she saw Bai Shao coming back, she opened her little hands and asked her mother to hold her. Bai Shao quickly stepped forward to take the dumpling, said hello to Mr. Song, and defended Song Jing by the way.

"Grandpa, there are too many things going on outside these days. Don't blame Song Jing. I will come back early next time."

"It's none of your business." Mr. Song waved his hand, indicating that he was only targeting Song Jing: "You have to manage the piano shop and take care of the children every day. It's already hard enough. You take the children to rest first, I just Let’s settle the score with him!”

"Grandpa..." Bai Shao knew that Mr. Song always gave her, his granddaughter-in-law, face and would not anger her for no reason, but as husband and wife, she still wanted to say a few good words to Song Jing.

But before he could say anything, he was held in Song Jing's arms.

"You take Xiaotuanzi back to rest first, and Grandpa and I will chat slowly."

Song Jing gave Bai Shao a look, and Bai Shao understood instantly.

It seems that grandpa already knows about Lin Jingqing's hospitalization. If grandpa is willing to do his best to investigate, things should be much easier.

Bai Shao nodded and decisively took Xiao Tuanzi back to the room to sleep.

After Bai Shao and Xiao Tuanzi left, Mr. Song stood up on crutches: "Let's go to the study with me."

Mr. Song's study was in the backyard. He walked in front slowly. Song Jing lowered his head slightly and followed respectfully.

Along the way, the grandfather and grandson didn't say a word, they were silent with different thoughts.

It wasn't until the two of them walked into the study one after another that Mr. Song said, "Come here, bring those people up."

Soon, the old housekeeper and several bodyguards brought over all the servants who took care of Lin Jingqing.

Several people who were in high spirits just a few days ago now looked frightened and frightened. It was obvious that they had suffered a lot.

Song Jing frowned: "I have already interrogated them. They should really not know about Lin Jingqing's matter."

"It's true that they didn't know about it, but how do you explain the fact that you privately hired a piano teacher for Lin Jingqing?"

Mr. Song stared at Song Jing majestically, with no intention of saving him face in front of these subordinates.

The Song Dynasty was silent.

It is true that he took advantage of his grandfather's absence to take matters into his own hands and told no one to reveal it to the old man.

However, when he asked Di Bei to pretend to be a piano teacher to visit Lin Jingqing, he had already thought about such a day and had already thought of his words.

Song Jing honestly admitted his mistake to Mr. Song.

"I am responsible for this. During that time, she was depressed and showed signs of committing suicide. I secretly wanted to make her life better, so I hired a piano teacher for her from outside."

"Oh, what's the result?"

Mr. Song was dismissive of his grandson's kindness to a woman: "She did not commit suicide, but she was almost killed! But you, the son, are so incompetent that you can't even catch the murderer!"

Mr. Song's words were so angry that Song Jing's face burned, but he couldn't refute a single word.

Lin Jingqing has been lying in the hospital for almost a week. He has not caught the murderer yet. This is indeed a fact.

But since grandpa can say that, he should also want to find the murderer.

Song Jing calmed down and looked up at Mr. Song: "I am incompetent in this matter. I wonder if grandpa has any clues?"

"Not yet." Although Mr. Song was dissatisfied with Song Jing's actions, he looked ugly when he thought about the outcome of this matter.

In the past hundreds of years, the Song family had always been like an iron barrel inside and outside, and there had never been any poisoning or killing.

Now, someone is kicking their noses in the face and poisoning them right under their noses. What do they think the Song family is? (End of chapter)